Birthday:January 26th 2004Likes:I LOVE to EAT! Also I love BELLY RUBS, my sisters Phoebe and Daphne, my Mom and Dad, counter surfing... hmmm... OH! Stinky things, barking, other dogs, tidbits, sleeping in the bed... and just Life in general!Pet-Peeves:I'm a pretty easy-going guy, but there are a few things... I don't like to get too hot (I hate that!) I hate the vets, and try to hide behind Mom when I go... and PLEASE don't clip my toenails!!!Favorite Toy:I can really dig a Kong, but pretty much anything my sisters have is cool.Favorite Food:Ummm, fooooood! Did somebody say FOOOD? I'm not picky. Anything will do. The stinkier the better, but I love my kibble as well. Just thinking about food makes me salivate happily. Uuuummmmm.....Favorite Walk:Anywhere Mom and Dad are near is good... as long as there are no cats.Best Tricks:Let's see... I give good "smooches", I know "show me your belly!," "shake," "other paw," "sit-pretty," and lots of other fabulous good-dawg tricks.Arrival Story:We lost our Shih Tzu, Snickers, in February of 2004. Although the whole family was saddened by his loss, the one most affected by his death was our then 8 year old poodle, Phoebe. Snickers had been her constant companion, and she had never known life without him. Having always been a "needy" dog, Phoebe became even more clingy. Although we didn't mind, we knew it wasn't healthy for her and that she needed a companion. We knew we wanted a "big dog" this time, and after some serious inquiries and looking, and lots and lots of consideration... decided on Sam. I spent several hours with him at the breeders, and just felt this "connection" with him. I knew he was the right boy. Sam is a Hillsdale True Blue Labrador, from the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. Indeed, Sam is True Blue. He came to live with us in April of 2004, at 10 weeks of age. The day we brought Sam home, we got Chinese take-out. My fortune cookie fortune read, "A new friend helps you break out of an old routine." How true. It didn't take long for him to worm his way right into all of our hearts (two seconds, tops). He helped me work through my incredible sadness over losing Snickers. He has become Phoebe's best friend, companion and comfort, and our little Bub. He is the perfect fit for our family, and we can't imagine life without him anymore. He's got a heart of gold, and worships the ground Phoebe walks on.
I thought I'd never have room in my heart besides Phoebe for another dog after Snickers passed away -- they were the perfect pair, and when Snickie went it seemed like the end of an era. Sam immediately fit right in, and proved me wrong... and I am thankful for him every day. Thank goodness for Sam!
May 2010: Sam is doing well, and is happy and as loving as ever. He's got a bit more gray on his little chinny-chin, but still acts as young as ever. His life has changed in that his little Phoebe has gone to The Bridge, but then there is Daphne... and she's not letting anybody sit around and watch life pass them by. She's going to live life to the fullest, and she'll drag the entire family with her on her wild ride if she has to. ;)Bio:I may be biased, but I think that Sam might possibly be the sweetest dog on the planet. He doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He's a big mush, loves being loved and snuggled, and wants to please everybody. He has the wiggliest butt I've ever seen. When you try to pet him, he is so happy that he can't sit still long enough to enjoy it. We tried to get him to just sit while we pet, and he tries, except that he then wiggles and scoots back on his butt the whole time -- you end up following him around the room just to scratch his head.
He sings, but only to his sister Phoebe. It kind of sounds like a Chewbakka kind of noise: "Whaaaaaaagggghhhhhhh"
Sort of like a dying bovine, right in your living room. He's our bovine, though, and we love him.Forums Motto:Labradorable Kibble SnatcherThe Groups I'm In:*Michigan PupPals*, Black Lab Lovers, Black Labs Rock! Club, LABS LABS AND MORE LABS!!!!!!!!!

So Cute, I Oughtta be Illegal

I have another lump on my toe. I'm kind of a lumpy, bumpy guy, so Mom and Dad didn't worry about it too much at first. Usually when i get these bumps between my toes, they go away on their own. Not this one, though. It stayed the same for a couple of months... then all of a sudden, about 2 weeks ago, the thing took on a life of it's own. It got bigger, it got really red and irritated, and just plain ugly. I wanted to lick it a lot to make my foot feel better. Mom took me to the vet to have it looked at, and the vet said the lump looked "suspicious" and that it needed to come off. So, I didn't even go home with mom that night... she left me at the vets, and in the morning, I had surgery.
Now I am home with the dumb Cone of Shame on my head, and a sore, wrapped up paw. My mom said I still have all of the toes on my paw - thank goodness, because I'm already down to three on the other front paw. Mom said they have to look the lump underneath the microscope to see what it is. Sure hope it's nothing but a lump.

Heyah, Sally! Long time, no bark! It's nice to see a face from the past -- more specifically, from the very beginning, back when we were all teensy weensy and snuggled up against our Momma. We are glad to see you are loved and cherished, as I am.